Hope 36
Oil on Wood
6"X6"
Dramatic sky, wind, clouds, and intermittent rain didn't stop us from walking over the hill yesterday to the big oak under which our parents' ashes are scattered. It, too, survived the firestorm, and is a cherished link to our childhood on this land.
My daughter who is far away was thinking of oaks that very day. She tells me that oak trees are said to be passageways between the physical and spirit world. And I think, anything is possible.
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